Along the fairly busy salt caravan route,
Near a well in the middle of a desert,
Was a tree weeping in isolation.
So, I sat down to hear the truth.

"Why? Why? Why could I not go with them?
Death has taken away my companions.
This hot and dry climate took away my friends
And made me a loner"

"For a long time, neither were my branches cut for domestics,
Nor camels allowed to eat my leaves.
I was made sacred and became a venue for traditional...